You walk into your local pizza place, “Marco’s Pizza,” looking for something to eat…and probably to smoke a bit, too. They’re not very strict there.

You sit down in a corner booth tiredly, pulling out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. You had expected the usual terrible service: barely being acknowledged and being allowed to loiter for a few hours. But, to your surprise, a waiter actually noticed you this time.

Dimitri: Hey there, what can I get ya?

You look up at the kid curiously. He looks about your age. He seems friendly, which is pretty unexpected in a town like this.